A/N: hello its early o clock and i am fucking bored
At first, it seemed like a peaceful and calm day. Not a body in sight, and not a single person yelling about someone else being suspicious. This, of course, set off every possible alarm in Cole's head.
Peaceful and calm days were not normal. Murder was normal. This is a fact, and something you simply have to get used to in Salem.
Fortunately for the sanity (or lack thereof) of Salem's citizens, the peace did not last long, as it was almost instantly interrupted by Simon nearly getting crushed by a new, unknown, somewhat skeleton-y looking person, once again proving that Simon is almost always the butt of God's jokes and simply cannot catch a break.
As usual, the town was in an uproar. Cole let out a sigh of relief. The mafia would not be losing any members today.
It took a few moments for the initial panic to calm; in those moments, both Simon and the newcomer picked themselves up, Simon looking significantly more anxious. Then again, who wouldn't be?
As the town began to quiet down, yells turning to mutters and hushed whispers as they gossiped about who the newcomer might be, the person in question scrambled on top of the gallows and waited for the town to notice.
It didn't exactly take long, and before even five minutes had passed all eyes were on him. With the smallest smile on his face, the newcomer began to speak, his voice calm and smooth.
"I suppose you're all wondering who I am?" The entire town nodded, almost in a trance. Cole couldn't help but notice the newcomer's voice seemed to have a calming influence to it, almost feeling hypnotic, and made a mental note to look into that later.
The newcomer noted the town's nods with the same small smile. After a few seconds, he continued speaking. "My name is Eli Clark, and I've come to warn you of something terrible."
Personally, Subord thought all the precautions being taken by Dream were a bit excessive. Sure, the two of them were currently situated in the broken, charred remains of Dream's original AU, but the traps were a bit unnecessary. Not to mention a hazard to everyone in the area. They really couldn't blame him, though; they were on edge as well, though they wouldn't be much help in a fight.
Wandering around had proved fruitless early on, as had trying to use shortcuts. It seemed the two of them were stuck in this barren landscape, at least for now. It wasn't comforting in the least; they felt like every charred bit of ruin held an enemy and every shadow was watching them, waiting for Subord to make a mistake so that they could pounce.
Not exactly ideal.
Still, other than those small issues, it was...actually extremely boring. There was nothing to do, and it only served to heighten their anxiety. Subord suspected that it wasn't exactly helping with Dream's worry, either. The skeleton paced incessantly, constantly on guard for some nonexistent threat. It was almost sad.
A light thud and a quiet "ow!" snapped Subord out of their thoughts. They hopped up and turned in every direction, searching for the source of the sound; Dream was a step ahead of them, bounding away with his staff in hand. They scrambled to keep up with him, curious as to who was lurking around in the ruins; were they an enemy, or a foe?
They caught up quickly, and spotted Dream holding his staff to the throat of what looked like a small child. The skeleton had clearly only just gotten there, and dropped his staff as soon as he realized that the newcomer was a child.
Said child coughed and scuttled backwards, staring at Dream and Subord with a mixture of fear and anger. He was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and ripped pants, though one of his legs was wrapped in some sort of fabric, perhaps as a makeshift bandage. Said fabric seemed to be soaked through with blood. He also looked quite dusty, though Subord had to admit that they were very dusty as well. It was a product of being on the ground, not that there was much ground (that wasn't just charred rock) left.
A few moments passed in complete silence before the child spoke. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly. It was almost all bravado; even Subord could tell he was weak enough that a small breeze could probably kill him.
Dream opened his mouth, and then closed it, considering his words for a moment. "I'm Dream," he said, finally. "And this is-"
"I'm Subord!" they interrupted, not waiting for him to introduce them. "And who the fuck are you?"
The newcomer hesitated for a moment. Had he not expected an answer? "I'm Wizard," he replied, after a good 10 seconds. "Do you know where-"
"Dead AU," Subord interrupted once again. "Don't question it."
"I won't," muttered Wizard, and Subord got the feeling he was preparing for a long day.
Maybe it was fate, maybe it wasn't. Either way, Ice Cream had to admit that the bipedal goat in Dr. Wasabi's living room was a little weird, although not an immediate cause for concern.
The goat had introduced herself as "Toriel", though he wasn't entirely inclined to believe her right off the bat. That was probably paranoia, though, and so he dismissed it.
Well, mostly dismissed it. Paranoia had saved his ass more than once.
Mustard, at the very least, seemed to trust this 'Toriel' person (goat?). Gumball, maybe not so much, but Gumball didn't really trust anybody outside of their little friend group. Cherry was in bed, as she should be at such a late hour of the night, and god knows where Snowy or Dr. Wasabi were. Probably didn't want to know, anyway.
One thing he hadn't really expected was 'Toriel' being good at cooking, although there were quite a few more snails in the dish than he would prefer. Still, free food? He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Not like they'd kill him, anyway.
Right?
A/N: DONT WORRY ice cream is fine hes just mildly allergic to snails
right bios
Cole: From a town of salem fic i was gonna do. He's the consigliere and he and Newt play pass the parcel with the braincell
Simon: The retri from the aforementioned town of salem fic. God hates him
Eli Clark: character from identity v. hes a seer. Thats all you need to know right now
PSCP!Wizard: pscp isnt an acronym for anything. Actually it is. Its an acronym for petscop. Even though the au hes from isnt even related to petscop. Anyway hes from a fic i posted on ao3 called "in the prime of life" and he was previously trapped in a death house slash dimension
DSA!Wizard: also known as Ice Cream. Started life as a petty homeless thief. Now he is a petty homeful (homed? idk) vigilante hero
DSA!Dr. Wasabi: war criminal
DSA!Mustard: she has the braincell in the vigilante club
DSA!Gumball: Listen its really complicated but basically aloe turned him into a demon shell and he was evil for a little but hes not anymore
DSA!Cherry: IRRELEVANT
DSA!Snow Sugar: demon or just feral? the world will never know
Toriel: toriel
